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Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

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of Depression

0 posted 2004-08-25 05:22 AM

It was a Tuesday night, that night of the week where nothing is particularly special and nothing is really happening.  The sun had left the sky allowing the air to cool and a few people were sitting on their stoops or someone else’s stoop enjoying a gentle breeze.  It was a good night for a walk, so I went out walking to clear my mind and hopefully find some enjoyment in the walking.  Now walking makes me thirsty, oh, not like the thirst of hiking in the mountains where I drink several liters of water,  City walking makes me thirst for something different.  Luckily there are plenty of drinking establishments in the city to meet just a thirst.  I was passing one when the thirst hit me so I turned and walking into the Bar.  It was a corner bar under new ownership and with a new name, but the decorations on the wall hadn’t changed and neither did the stools at the bar.  Most of the people were the same and even the bartender hadn’t changed.  I ordered my same old thing and sat at the bar next to a man I knew around the neighborhood.  He was working on changing a twenty dollar bill into a hangover tomorrow and was about half way through.  Where I was sipping he was gulping, but then I had ice in my drink which made gulping a little more difficult.
It didn’t take Doctor Ruth to see he was having a bit of stress in his life.  His hand was not so steady as he tossed back the shot glass of brown fluid and he splashed a bit of it on his cheek.  I asked him if he was having troubles, yeah I know, I should have learned my lesson on this years or decades ago, but it just slipped out.
He drained his glass and said “it’s a long story” Then motioned for the bartender to fill his glass again.
I looked at my half full glass, mostly ice, and then drained it straining the ice cubes with my teeth and said “I’m sure it is”
Then I got up and left the bar.  Sure it was rude of me, but he wouldn’t even remember me being there.  I looked both ways on exiting.  To the left was the way I had been heading and the right led home.  I felt like going the right way and left the night for others for a change.

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